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letra de danny & jake cypher - shittyboyz

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
(d-mn, jakesand)

[verse 1: babytron]
experimentin’ in the lab, turned my sprite into a root beer
summertime rhude, but the winter, it be goose gear

[verse 2: trdee]
in here with the gang, you not official, where your stripes at?
choke her just like bart when we f-ckin’ ’cause she like that

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
f-cked around and took me some shrooms, i gotta fight back
he was sneak dissin’ on the ‘gram and got his life sn-tched

[verse 4: stanwill]
jack sparrow, keep a cannon on me, need an eyepatch
akhi pop out with that k, they think it’s iraq

[verse 5: grindhard e]
dropped the lo’, we k!lled everybody, they couldn’t slide back
b-tch ain’t wanna give me head while i was drivin’, made her drive back

[verse 6: babytron]
i ain’t got no sauce for the jacks, i’m grabbin’ ipads
he ain’t got no pape’ for a zip, he grabbin’ dimebags
thinkin’ that his boa secured, just watch me bypass
thinkin’ that his scat pack fast, watch me fly past
would’ve thought my eye black, buffs, they on ice pack
[verse 7: trdee]
yeah, you got a gun, but boy, we know that you ain’t like that
she like, “can i wear ’em? i ain’t never seen a pair of buffs”
she see how i’m livin’, now she’s tryna hit me with the cuffs
you know i got glock for any n-gga playin’ like he tough
d-mn, i feel like giannis ballin’, sh-t, i’m a milwaukee buck

[verse 8: ysr gramz]
broke-ass n-gga, you and your brother out here sharin’ stuff
paid a hundred for this quarter, finna stuff this b-tch in my blunt
he got si diamonds in his chain, out here tryna stunt
i kicked this b-tch out my crib ’cause her head suck
i heard your mans got his ass dropped, keep your head up

[verse 9: stanwill]
boy, ain’t no rémy, b-tch, it’s stily in this solo
be done horsed ’em with this stick, they think it’s polo
forty kick like dojo, better not try to k!ll my mojo
this b-tch said her head was crazy, but it’s so-so
only chow expensive, every day, it’s fogo

[verse 10: grindhard e]
you would never see me with no codefendant when i slide, i’m goin’ dolo
ridin’ in a drophead, it ain’t a four-door
n-gga said he was plugged in with the ‘za, but i don’t know though
can’t believe this n-gga sneak dissin’ with a b-tch, he broke the bro code
spice talkin’ got the rap game in a chokehold
made a hundred bands in the trap, it wasn’t no dope sold

- shittyboyz

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